"When your stomach gets too loud to talk, I'll just have to leave for a few minutes."

Clint grinned at that little sound she had just made but kept it for himself that it sounded absolutely adorable. Natasha was in a too good position to do damage to some vital parts to risk that.

Instead he leaned down to teasingly bite the site of her neck, nudging aside the mess of red curls with his chin.

"I like it when you're like that", he murmured. "A little disheveled and all... It makes things normal."